The weakness of rebirth should be self-improvement

"Glory!"

Seeing that the man wanted to pull the young man beside him over, Zhou Jiaqi smiled, and while covering He Guangyao sideways, he said: "Mister, he just asked me if I could send him home, and my answer is yes. "

It was only at this time that He Yuchao could see the appearance of the strange man in front of him. He was about 26 or seven years old, with handsome features, exquisite attire, scent on his body, and a sinister smile.

He Yuzhao always had a stern look in front of others, regardless of the identity of that person, he frowned and said, "I am his elder brother."

"Oh? Really?" Zhou Jiaqi raised his eyebrows, glanced at the person next to him, and said with an even wider smile, "Who knows about such things?"

He Yuchao has seen such an expression on He Li Surong's face before, but compared to He Li Surong, this person looks very unbeatable because of his bright smile.

He Yuchao was too lazy to argue with him, he glanced at Zhou Jiaqi lightly, just took out his phone and called Uncle Zhang, asking him to come here to pick up He Guangyao.

"Three little..."

Hearing the assistant next to him yell in a low voice, Zhou Jiaqi waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about sending this person away."

The assistant fell silent and stopped talking.

Intuitively, Zhou Jiaqi didn't like the stern-looking man in front of him, who turned recklessly and incomprehensibly. Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that he was too worried about the young man on his shoulder.

Although he kept saying that this person was his younger brother, looking at his eyes, Zhou Jiaqi felt that it was not that simple.

When the group was about to go downstairs, Zhou Jiaqi couldn't help but pushed He Guangyao beside him, and said, "Do you want me to help you down?"

He Guangyao seemed to wake up, shook his head and said, "No, I can go down by myself."

The voice was in a daze, full of tiredness. Seeing that he was about to fall, Zhou Jiaqi grabbed He Guangyao and held He Guangyao before He Yuchao. As soon as he put his arms around the man's waist, he saw He Yuchao wanting to kill someone. He glared over, Zhou Jiaqi smiled helplessly, and said, "He didn't want you to help him."

After saying a word, He Yuchao immediately tightened his mouth.

It was already late at night when a group of people came out. The day and night of Xiangcheng are two completely different tastes. The bustling daytime makes people feel a little irritable and empty. Live for it.

The temperature has begun to gradually warm up, and the boring sound of the indicator light can be heard not far away. Everyone looked at the towering and colorful buildings dotted with lights, and they were not in the mood to talk anymore.

Zhou Jiaqi seldom had the leisure to appreciate such a night scene, but when his eyes fell on He Guangyao who was not far away, the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously.

At this time, He Guangyao and the street lamp behind him were in contrast, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his head hanging down and motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

Although Zhou Jiaqi has seen many people who are sleepy when drunk, but for some reason, he finds it interesting to look at the figure of that young man.

A group of people waited patiently for nearly 10 minutes, and finally a ostentatious car parked in front of them.

The driver who got out of the car was wearing a neat uniform. Seeing He Guangyao like that, his eyebrows were full of worry. After walking over and shaking He Guangyao a few times, he called softly: "Young master?"

He Guangyao's eyes were a little out of focus at this time, but fortunately he still recognized Uncle Zhang, patted Uncle Zhang on the shoulder, and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle Zhang, I asked you to come pick me up so late .”

Uncle Zhang supported him and said, "Where is it?"

After He Guangyao got into the car, He Yuzhao originally wanted to sit with him, but He Guangyao held the door tightly and refused to let him get in. In desperation, He Yuzhao had to give up.

"Master..."

Seeing Uncle Zhang next to him looked embarrassed, He Yuchao shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, my car is parked nearby, you take him first."

Uncle Zhang nodded, and found that the people who had been guarding He Guangyao just now were still standing there, and hurriedly came over to thank him.

Zhou Jiaqi smiled, and said with a stiff expression, "You're welcome."

Unexpectedly, the two were really brothers. After the car disappeared, Zhou Jiaqi looked at He Yuchao's back and said, "What is the identity of that man? Why do I see him so familiar?"

"He Yuchao, Yunxiang's future successor, but recently..."

Zhou Jiaqi raised his eyebrows, turned around and said, "What happened recently?"

The assistant took a few steps closer and said with some hesitation: "He and his brother had a heated argument over Yun Xiang's inheritance rights. I heard that he intends to leave there."

"So the one just now was really his brother?"

"Yes, his brother's name is He Guangyao."

"He Guangyao?"

Zhou Jiaqi smiled, thinking it’s no wonder. The financial magazine he read at noon today contained a report by He Guangyao on the inside page. The photo should have been taken at his desk, adhering to the people’s custom of inclusiveness and openness in Xiangcheng. He Guangyao on the Internet looked very relaxed, wearing a thin sweater, holding the mouse with his chin raised slightly, as if being secretly photographed, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, not like a businessman at all.

At that time, Zhou Jiaqi still thought that this person was good-looking, but he didn't expect that they would meet so soon.

"He Guangyao..."

Seeing the assistant looking towards him as if asking questions, Zhou Jiaqi smiled and said, "Let's go."

No matter what he said in his smile, there was a hint of malice, which made the scalps of several assistants who were familiar with his character feel numb.

When He Yuzhao arrived home, He Guangyao had already been taken care of by a servant and fell asleep. There was a lamp in the room. Under the light, He Guangyao curled up there with a face of pain, and he was still wearing the suit just now.

Thinking of the helpless expression on the servant's face, He Yuchao took the set of pajamas prepared beside the bed in his hand, leaned over and said, "Guangyao, can you go to sleep after changing into pajamas?"

Because of the car ride, He Guangyao had already vomited when he came back. At this time, he was more conscious than before, but the feeling of dizziness seemed to become more obvious as he lay down, and he was in a daze. Yes, when he heard He Yuchao's voice, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "He Yuchao?"

"it's me."

There was a little smile in his tone, as if he was happy because he heard his voice.

He Guangyao was already very tired of this, and after impatiently grabbing a pillow to cover his head, he said, "He Yuchao, I'm home safely, you can go."

He Yuchao had already been rejected by him countless times that night, and hearing him say such words again, He Yuchao couldn't help but hold He Guangyao's pajamas tightly, and said, "Guangyao, do you really hate me so much?"

"Yes, He Yuchao, don't ask me endlessly like this, I'm very uncomfortable now, and I don't want to talk too much with you."

After saying this with all his strength, He Guangyao buried his head in the quilt and refused to speak any more.

He Yuzhao stood there at a loss, when he noticed He Guangyao's undisguised dislike for him, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

The servants were talking in low voices in the corridor, and He Yurong who was still waiting for He Guangyao's return in the study hurriedly got up, opened the door and said, "Guangyao is back?"

"Yes, I have already gone upstairs to rest, and the young master is also here."

He Yurong nodded, and after signaling the two servants to go to rest, he still went upstairs to see He Guangyao.

The door of He Guangyao's room was ajar. He Yurong saw He Yuchao standing motionless by the bed, and was just about to call him, but when he saw He Yuchao's expression under the light, he couldn't help but freeze in place.

It's hard to describe the expression on He Yuchao's face at this time, pain, depression, and the lingering nostalgia in his eyes.He Yurong stared at him blankly, and after a while, he called out in a hoarse voice: "Yu Chao."

"dad?"

He Yuzhao had returned to normal when he regained his senses, but the moment he turned his head, He Yurong still quickly caught the violent emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

So it is for this reason that He Guangyao dislikes He Yuchao so much?

He Yurong's heart is in a mess, but he has experienced too many things in these years, no matter who he faces, he can maintain his superficial calm.

He Guangyao lay on the bed without moving, presumably fell asleep, He Yurong saw that he covered himself too tightly, and walked over to uncover some of his quilt.

"Yu Chao, did you come back with Guangyao?"

"Well, I was having dinner with some friends, and I happened to meet Guangyao, so I sent him back."

Probably because He Guangyao was covered with the quilt for too long, his face was covered with sweat, and when He Yurong wiped his sweat with a towel, he realized that he was frowning very tightly.

This son I finally got, can also be called kind and optimistic, but I don't know why I always encounter so many things. Thinking of all the past, He Yurong felt a slight pain in his heart, just waiting for the moist feeling in his eyes After retreating, he raised his head and said, "It's already so late, how about sleeping here tonight?"

He Yuchao had a troubled look on his face, and after glancing at He Guangyao on the bed, he shook his head again, and said, "There are still some work left at home that have not been completed..."

He Yurong now roughly understands the real reason for He Yuchao's refusal to stay here. After hearing what he said, he no longer insists on it, and only asks him to take care of himself and come back to see him when he has time.

The words were a little sad, and He Yuchao wanted to ask him if something happened, but He Yurong had already turned around, and said that he was very sleepy, and asked He Yuchao to drive home carefully.

His back seemed shrunken and stooped, He Yuzhao stared at him blankly, but he still didn't say that sorry.

The next day He Guangyao was woken up by the alarm clock, remembering his gaffe last night, he couldn't help but hit his head a few times, but when he thought of what he said to He Yuchao last night, he felt relieved again.

It would be wrong to procrastinate such a relationship for another day, thinking that he would have to go to work later, He Guangyao sat on the bed and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to vomit and quickly ran to take a shower.

When he went downstairs, He Guangyao saw He Yurong squatting by the pool in the backyard tending his flowers and plants. Although he is now semi-retired, the biological clock formed over the years made him used to getting up early every day.

He Guangyao stood on the steps and asked him to come in for dinner. He Yurong got up, took off his gloves as he walked, and said, "Why did you drink so much last night? Does your head hurt anymore?"

I don't know if it was He Guangyao's illusion. He Yurong, who was bathed in the morning light, seemed to be older than the previous few days. He Guangyao looked at him worriedly and said, "Dad, are you feeling unwell?"

He Yurong looked at He Guangyao's suddenly pale face with some doubts, and said, "The routine physical examination report came out a few days ago. Except for those old problems, I can be called healthy now."

"It's high blood pressure and diabetes. If you are healthy, no one in the world will be unhealthy."

He Yurong handed the gloves to He Guangyao, and said helplessly, "My body is like this, what else can I do?"

"Of course, take good care of it from now on." Thinking that He Yurong is still smoking cigars, He Guangyao said, "It's best to quit smoking too."

He Yurong sat down at the dining table with him, and when he heard what he said, he had a disapproving expression on his face and said, "Then you'd better let me reincarnate early and start all over again."

"Two in that day?"

"Take care of yourself. When I was young, I didn't waste my body like you. By the way, why were you so drunk yesterday?"

"It's not like you don't know Uncle Qiu and the others. I was almost forced to death by them last night."

Seeing that the servant had already brought over the hangover soup, He Guangyao hurriedly took it and drank it, but the disgusting taste was still there. He Yurong pushed the bowl of porridge next to him in front of him and said, "Then what did you say in the end?"

"I just said that this is a big matter, and I need to come back and discuss it with you before I can give them an answer."

He Yurong gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, they will think it was my idea then!"

"What are you afraid of? You are of the same generation as them, and they can complain about you at most. If it were me, I'm afraid I would be branded as arrogant and disrespectful to the elderly."

The so-called Yunxiang’s partners, He Guangyao actually gave He Yurong a list a few days ago, the above five textile factories he thought were good, according to their strengths and weaknesses, He Guangyao even rated them one by one. The list is placed in He Yurong's study, and He Guangyao will evaluate it, and He Yurong will make the final decision to select two of them.

I don't know when He Guangyao became so capable. Even if some of the above textile factories are not developing satisfactorily, in He Yurong's opinion, they are worth investing in.

Under the pressure of He Yurong, He Guangyao finally finished the bowl of porridge in front of him. Seeing that He Yurong was staring at him motionlessly, He Guangyao got up and said cautiously, "Dad, can you stop staring at me with such eyes?" ? Quite nasty..."

While speaking, He Guangyao had already picked up his briefcase and was about to walk out the door.

"Glory..."

Seeing He Yurong's hesitant expression, He Guangyao couldn't help but look a little serious, and said, "Dad, did something happen?"